"Are you feeling a little better now?"
In the passageway, Greg supported Vivian as they continued downstairs. Most of her weight rested against him now, her steps unsteady, like a fawn that had only just learned to walk.
Not long ago, halfway through Greg's kiss, Vivian's knees had suddenly buckled, and she had nearly fallen to the floor.
At first, Greg had thought she was rejecting him, but when he saw the equally bewildered expression on Vivian's face, he understood-apparently, Vivian really knew absolutely nothing about this sort of thing.
Still, that made sense when he thought about it.
Before this, Vivian had always devoted her time to studying magic and training, with little interest in anything else.
Her life had followed a straight line: train, study, grow stronger, then train again, study again, and grow stronger again.
That was why, even now, she had no idea why her body felt so weak.
But honestly, the way Vivian looked now was such a stark contrast to her usual self that Greg rather liked it.
The icy princess who always wore such a cool, indifferent expression was leaning against him like an exhausted kitten, her cheeks flushed and her breathing slightly uneven, exuding a different kind of charm.
If this hadn't been her first time, and Greg hadn't wanted to give Vivian the best experience he could, he definitely wouldn't have stopped. He would have gone right back for more.
"Mm... I think I've gotten a little of my strength back now."
Vivian answered softly.
Although she didn't understand why her lower body had suddenly lost its strength, she was surprisingly unafraid. Instead, she felt a deeply satisfying joy.
She even thought that she wished she could have held out a little longer.
She had clearly felt Greg's desire for her,